Speedwell posted a comment on the Mitchard column reaction I wrote and the follow-up QOTD.
It’s a great testimonial, Speedwell, so I’m posting your entire comment here. Your fiance is a lucky guy. And I hope the women who read this blog benefit from your honesty and struggle.
The hardest thing in my life has been to understand, really, GET (if you know what I mean) that my fiance, an artist in his mid-twenties, really DOES think my mid-thirties body, seriously overweight, is an object of beauty NOW. Even if I never lose the weight. Even WHEN I lose the weight, he will still feel the same.
We’re talking about a man who makes his living out of knowing what beauty IS. It drives me crazy.
Guys, I’m telling you straight. The one thing I know for sure, as well as I know two plus two equals four, is that I am an unattractive woman (in my own defense, I would be gorgeous, if small-busted, if I weighed about 130 or so, not a bit smaller). When he calls me “beautiful,” or “sexy,” I feel exactly like he’s trying to convince me that two plus two equals five.
But I’m glad he says it and I hope he never stops, and so I promise to stomp that bad feeling down so hard it never shows on my face. Because if he keeps saying it, one day I’ll get it.
No Cosmo here… just honesty, if ya want any… speedwell